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  Initiation: Year 1

  Fallen Fae Academy #1

  Rachel Angel

  Initiation: Fallen Fae Academy #1

  Published by Sparklesoup Inc.

  Copyright © 2019 Rachel Angel

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  All characters and storyline is an invention from Rachel Angel. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidence.

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  DEDICATION

  This is dedicated to all girls and women who are bold enough to be true to themselves.

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  This is for the Amazing Angels in Rachel Angel’s Royal Readers Group who are great with their enthusiasm, passion, and support for me, my books, and projects. Thank You!

  Note

  Fallen Fae Academy is a Reverse Harem New Adult Bully Romance Academy Series.

  What does it mean to be Reverse Harem? It means there will be three or more love interests for the Female Main Character, she will end up with three or more. Although this takes place at a high school Academy, the characters are 17+ and there are consensual sex, some language, and mature situations.

  My name is Harley, as in Harlequin. Plucked from my home from Las Vegas, NV, and placed into a University on an arts scholarship. Suddenly I am the girl the four hottest and most popular boys have decided to "initiate".

  This is no ordinary "hazing" ritual, and these boys are no ordinary boys.

  This mysterious University looks like any ivy league campus, but it isn't. Step in and you are transported beyond your wildest imagination. I should be ecstatic being here. Except surviving "Initiation" is going to take everything I've got.

  Don't let the beauty of the four fae boys fool you. They are as dangerous as they are beautiful. And underneath everything, runs a deep secret. One I need to find out before Initiation kills me.

  They think a human is weak. They think I shouldn't be at this university. I'm about to prove them wrong.

  Chapter 1

  Harley

  Harley wiped her brow as she made her way up to the top of Frenchmen Peak. It was a hot day, too hot for a hike, but she’d felt the need to move.

  As she reached the cell tower atop the mountain, she turned to her left and climbed the few staggered steps of the rocky wall and sat on the last step.

  Before her spread all of Las Vegas, clear to the mountains on the other side; from Red Rock to Mount Charleston. Below her, the grid of streets crisscrossed the city. The high rises of the Fremont Experience rose slightly over the mostly one and two story dwellings, while The Strip soared high into the sky in all its promising splendid glory.

  But the view that always caught her breath was on the other side of the wall she sat on. She turned to gaze over the beauty of the Rainbow Gardens spread out below her and beyond it, Lake Mead.

  She never tired of both views. For years she’d been hiking up to that same peak and for years she marveled at the surrounding mountains and desert.

  Weekends were at times busy, with locals and tourists eager to get to the top. But on most weekdays, she found herself alone at the peak.

  It gave her time to reflect on the summer that was coming to an end. She’d held two jobs throughout; three days a week waitressing at a steak restaurant and four nights a week at the front desk of one of the smaller hotels around the city.

  Neither were her dream job, but she appreciated the experience.

  After nibbling on a few nuts and dried fruit she stood and looked all around her. She focused on one of the streets below, one that cut straight across the city to the other side. On that street, not far from the Lone Mountain, were a series of small homes closely lined up one next to another.

  Her home.

  She smiled and made her way back down the mountain and headed home.

  “Mom! Dad!” she called out as she entered the sweltering heat of her home.

  “Your mother’s working,” her father called from the living room.

  She followed the sound of his voice and found him in the recliner watching television. “What are you doing out of bed?” she said kissing his cheek.

  “Damn, am I sick of seeing those four walls,” he complained as he clicked off the television with his remote control. “I think when I get back on my feet, I’m going to paint those walls.”

  “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who chose that awful shade of green.”

  “Sit down and tell me something cheerful instead of pointing out my mistakes.”

  “And why don’t you have a fan on you?” She grabbed the fan sitting in the corner, set in on the end table and directed it to him and flicked it on.

  Nothing happened.

  “Is this broken, too,” she said. The air conditioner had busted the week before.

  “Don’t worry about it, Harley,” her father said, wiping his brown with a napkin. “The cool weather is coming around fast enough.”

  She sat on the sofa and glanced at the pile of envelopes on the coffee table. More medical bills, she thought.

  “I applied for a job at a shop on the Strip.”

  “A job? Didn’t you just quit your jobs? I thought you wanted to take it easy before heading to college.”

  She shrugged. “I’m not sure I’m ready for college, Dad. I don’t even know what I want to study, really. I may as well wait until I decide what I want to do before spending all that mon…”

  He looked at her and pressed his lips together. “Spend all that money? Is that what you’re afraid of? The money?”

  “No,” she lied. “I really don’t know what to study right now.”

  He grabbed the pile of bills and tossed them on the floor. “I don’t want this crap about hospital bills stopping you from going to college.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Damn, that insurance company,” he spat.

  “Dad, stop it. You know what the doctor said about getting upset.”

  “To hell with him.” He looked at her, his brow damp with sweat as he became more upset. “And do you know that the producer of that idiotic show I was working on had the audacity to send me a bill for breaking his lighting rig. That fucking thing was rusted through because that asshole was too cheap to get a new rigging system. I fucking had my leg almost cut off, and he wants to charge me!”

  “Dad, please. Calm down.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted as he shifted angrily in his chair. “Calm down.”

  She stood. “Is Mom going to get home late? You want me to fix you dinner?”

  “No and no,” he said flicking the television back on.

  “I don’t know why I bother asking. I know Mom’s going to get home late. She always does. And I know you’re hungry, so…”

  She took a step to leave, but her father took a hold of her wrist. “Harlequin,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t be stuck here having to make dinner for your old man.”

  “Stop it, will you. With you busted up and barely able to move, and Mom working at two casinos to make ends meet, do you really think that I�
��m just going to sit back and have fun.” She smiled at him and ruffled his thin greying hair. “You raised a better daughter than that.”

  He grinned and turned her hand palm up to kiss it. “I raised the best little girl in the world.”

  She’d long reprimanded him for calling her his little girl, but now that she was older, she enjoyed his special term of endearment.

  “How’s spaghetti?”

  “Sounds great.”

  “I’ll have it out for you in a jiff.”

  It wasn’t anything fancy; no chopped onions, no minced garlic, no celery. Harley boiled water, threw in a fistful of pasta then heated up a can of tomato soup and when it was warm enough, she threw in a few slices of processed cheese.

  “Smells good,” her father said as she headed back to the living room with two bowls.

  He took his bowl and dug in. “Good,” he said between bites.

  “Thanks,” she said as she took a bite. It was good, in a very simplistic way, but far from gourmet.

  “Fortunately, you’re a better artist than you are a cook,” he added.

  She laughed. “Dad!”

  They ate their dinner while watching an old black and white western. Between mouthfuls, he pointed out various shots that had been filmed in Nevada and others in Arizona. He always spent more time looking at the location of the movie than the movie itself.

  “Want some more, Dad?”

  Her father had cleaned out his bowl in record time and set in on the few remaining bills still on the coffee table.

  “No, I’m good.”

  Not long after, Harley finished her bowl and as she stood to pick up her father’s bowl, she noticed one of the envelopes on the table.

  “Dad. Have you opened all of these?”

  “No need. I know what the hell they all want. Those from the hospital want to tell me I owe them and those from the insurance want to tell me I’m not covered.”

  She picked up the envelope that was not addressed to him. “But this one is for me.”

  He sat up, wincing from the sharp movement. “Oh, shit. Sorry, there. I flipped through them quickly this morning. I guess I missed it. What is it?”

  Harley looked at the returned address and frowned. “It’s a university.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Open it.”

  She looked apprehensively at him then at the envelope. Biting her lip, she opened the envelope and unfolded the neatly creased letter and read the first line.

  “I’m sitting here waiting, Harley. Care to share?”

  “Oh, right. Sorry.” She took a deep breath. “Fallen Fae University would like to welcome you…”

  “Fallen Fae University?” her father said. “I heard about that somewhere. Some new-fangled school that promises high tech everything… including the price. That’s a pretty expensive school. Honey, I want you to get an education, but I don’t think we can afford that. Even if I still worked, we wouldn’t be able to pay that tuition.”

  “I know, Dad. I don’t understand. I never applied to this university. I remember reading a pamphlet at work. Someone had left it on the table, and I flipped through it just out of curiosity. For a minute I thought of applying, but when I saw the fees… Wow. Outrageous.”

  She glanced over the remainder of the letter without reading it all to her father. “There’s a phone number here. I think I’ll call to see why I got this.”

  Pulling out her cell phone, she punched in the number as she headed back to the kitchen with the letter.

  “Fallen Fae University,” a chipper voice answered.

  “Yes. I’ve just received an acceptance letter, but I never applied to this university, and I was wondering…”

  “Just one moment please.”

  The line cut and then rang again.

  “Admissions,” another cheery voice said.

  “Yes. My name is Harley and I just got a letter saying that I’ve been accepted at your school, but I never applied.”

  “Harley,” the woman said flipping through pages. “Harley. Oh, yes. Here it is, Harley King? It appears that one of your high school teachers was very fond of you, or at least saw that you had talent.”

  “Oh?”

  “We received a very impressive portfolio of your work accompanied by equally impressive grades. It appears that you’ve been given a full-ride scholarship.”

  “A what?” Harley said in disbelief. She brought her hand over her brow and smiled. Was this really happening? She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter and bit her lip to keep from screaming.

  “A full-ride scholarship,” the pleasant woman said.

  “Oh, my God.” She wanted to jump for joy, then suddenly thought, “Are you sure? I mean, you have the right person.”

  “Positive, dear. Move in day is next Tuesday and classes start Wednesday.”

  “Next Tuesday?” Harley repeated. Holy crap!

  “That’s right.”

  “Okay, good. Um. Thank you. Oh, thank you so much.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  Harley hung up and let out an excited, shrill scream.

  “Dad!”

  Chapter 2

  Harley

  After a quick conversation with her parents, the matter was settled. Harley had no choice but to accept the generous offer. She had barely a week to prepare for this new chapter in her life.

  “Nervous?” her mother said from the driver’s seat of their beat-up sedan.

  “A bit,” Harley admitted. She looked at her mother who seemed so frail and tired. The past months had been difficult, and Harley still felt uncomfortable about leaving them alone.

  Her father, who’d insisted on coming out to bring her to her first day of school, grunted in the front passenger seat.

  “I’m so thrilled for you, honey,” her mother said. “And to think that the university just relocated to Mount Charleston. What perfect luck. Now we can visit you and you can come home every once in a while, and…”

  “I’d rather you come home to visit,” her father said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I’d just as soon not ride out here again.”

  “I told you, you didn’t have to come,” Harley said.

  As they headed north out of Vegas then turned south to head up into the mountains, Harley looked at the snow-capped mountain. She’d so rarely seen it without snow.

  “I don’t think that I packed enough warm clothes,” she said suddenly. “I forgot how cold it can be in the mountains.”

  “Just let me know what you’re missing, dear,” her mother said. “I’ll bring it up to you.”

  “You already have enough to do,” Harley said. “If I’m missing anything, I’ll make do until I can go home to visit.”

  Her mother clucked her tongue but said nothing as they continued down the slowly rising road. Several signs along the road indicated the increasing elevation, and with every foot of rise, the weather got colder.

  “Dad, you can put up the window,” Harley said. “It’s getting chilly back here.”

  He groaned but rolled up the window. “And I was just starting to cool off.”

  By the time they’d reach the entrance to the campus, Harley had tugged on a thin sweater, and her father had zipped up his light jacket. But as they made their way in and crossed over the ridge, they reached the sunny side of the mountain and the temperature was suddenly comfortable.

  “Wow,” her mother marveled as she pulled through a huge central arch that invited them in. “This place is huge.”

  “Geez,” her father said. “I never knew this was up here.”

  “How am I going to find my way around here?” Harley added.

  Her father whistled. “A hell of a lot of work in these things. Just look at those sculpted ornaments. It’s like out of a Greek temple.”

  “It reminds me more of those Ivy League schools, you sometimes see.” Her mother pulled up in front of the admissions office. “You know, those places where all the rich people send their kids.
”

  Harley was both mesmerized by the beauty of the buildings, but all taken aback by the immense wealth of the people here. As she got out of the car, she suddenly wondered how she was going to manage to fit in.

  “All these intricately ornate buildings remind me of a time when architecture was really an art form. I remember studying that shit in school. All those columns and piers and freizes and stuff. Look at that Caduceus in the center of those stung wreaths. Magnificent. And those lunette windows. Spectacular.”

  “Dad, I didn’t know you had a thing for this kind of stuff.”

  “I didn’t always dream of setting up stages for some Vegas show you know. There was a time when I fancied myself quite a creative person.”

  Harley smiled as her father, still seated in the passenger seat, stuck his head out and clung to the door as he tried to get a better view of the main building.

  “Maybe I will come back to visit,” he said.

  “You mean, you want to come to get a better look,” Harley corrected with a grin.

  “Don’t listen to him,” her mother said, coming around to join her at the back of the car. “We’ll come up to see you either way.”

  Harley grabbed her two suitcases out of the trunk of the car, kissed her mom goodbye then leaned down to the window of the passenger door to kiss her father.

  “I love you guys. I’ll keep in touch.”

  “Good. I love you, too, honey,” her mother said.

  “Now, don’t you let all those wild boys take advantage of my little girl,” her father said.

  “I won’t, Dad.”

  With a final wave, she turned and headed inside the building.

  “Miss Harley?” a tall thin woman called to her.

  “Yes,” Harley said. “I’m supposed to meet with a Ms. Dunsworth.”